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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

It's been a long, hot summer in Ontario this year. We have all been praying for rain. Many people we know have been suffering from low water levels, to running out of water, and thank goodness that we finally have had a full day of really good rain. Even as I type this post, it's a steady stream of rain and it has broken the heat wave, plus it smells glorious through the open windows. I'm thrilled to see the rain. I doubt we will get second cuts from our hay fields this year but it's so great to see a bit of relief. Farm life can be difficult but I appreciate everything that myself and my family has been given. The piggies are doing great though -- major hungry buggers. LOL

I've been trying to get back to my walks with Peaches. It's been so dreadfully hot I've mainly been using the treadmill indoors, but a couple days ago it was a cooler day so i took advantage of it. It's been so warm, the best thing to do is of course stay in and write! I'm moving very steadily toward the end of the 2nd Canadian Muscle story and loving it like mad. It is wonderful revisiting old characters, and introducing readers to others.

Currently it's all about back to school shopping! I have 2 boys -- ages 14 & 17 -- one in his last year of high school, the other just starting! It's hard to believe how fast time goes! My daughter, my oldest, finished her nursing course in June, and got the first job in her chosen profession and starts there next month!! Life is very, very good.

Next month at this time, I'll be in London, Ontario at the Ignite Your Soul Event/Book Signing. HERE is more information about that book signing. If you're in the area, I'd love to see you there. I'm looking forward to seeing fellow Canadian Style Blog authors at the event too -- Tricia Daniels, Kayleigh Malcolm & Kali Willows.And at the book signing I will have print copies of the 4 stories currently available from the In the Arms of the Law series. I have put the 4 stories in an ebook and print bundle.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Last month I promised you the first installment of how my
Bound4Ireland series came to light. Something happened during my recent journey
and it’s something that I’m feeling very compelled to share with you. Ten days ago,
I received a call from my corporate office requesting that I fly to one of our
US distribution sites to assist with an operational crisis. The next morning I
was on a plane. Needless to say, the following ten days were exhausting and extremely
busy. Even though the team that I was working with was wonderful, friendly
people, I missed my family and was eager to get home. Finally, after ten days I
got the approval to come home and continue to support from here. I packed up my
bags and made my way to the airport. Now, as my friend Angie will tell you, I’m
travel jinxed. She knows, she’s traveled with me A LOT. Nothing ever goes
smoothly for me. Just stick with me for a little bit longer, and my point will
be clear. I promise.

After working fourteen to sixteen hour days for ten days
straight I was so wound up about going home I barely slept. I decided, since I
couldn’t sleep anyways, I would gather up my stuff and head to the airport
early. I’m no stranger to flying, but I still experience a fair amount of
anxiety, finding TSA and Customs extremely intimidating. Knowing that I only
had thirty minutes in between connecting flights when I got to Detroit was stressing
me out. I checked in my luggage and with my laptop in hand, I maneuvered through
the terminal trying to find my way to the gate. It always amazes me the number
of people that make their way through the airport. All of them seemingly know where
to go and what to do. I struggle as I walk, watching for signs and directions to
my boarding gate. Impatient people, walking briskly, catch up to me. Closing
the gap, they invade my personal space. I feel them behind me, waiting for the
opportunity to get past and it makes me more anxious. Families with small
children walk slowly in clusters, slowing down my progress. Then there’s the
wanderer. Those that go against the normal flow of foot traffic, distracted or
unaware of others around them. Or maybe they just don’t care. To my earlier point,
everybody is so caught up in their own journey, that they really don’t see what’s
going on around them.

By nothing short of a miracle I finally find my way to my
gate almost two hours before my boarding time; it’s the perfect opportunity to
get in a little writing. In every row of seating, people sit with their bags on
the seats beside them, guaranteeing themselves personal space. I take a seat at
the end of the row, frustrated at the young man wearing headphones who refused
to acknowledge me. As if he didn’t see me say ‘excuse me’, he stretched his
legs out across the aisle so that I couldn’t pass to get a seat near the power
outlets. Across from me, a group of women travelling together discusses their
trip and laugh out loud at the selfies they’re posting every few moments on
Facebook. In the row behind me, a businessman waits for the same flight. His
phone rings every two minutes and he takes his calls, conducting his business
loudly, not concerned if he may be annoying the people around him. I shake my
head and glance down at the cell phone in my hand that I’ve been clutching
tightly so that I wouldn’t miss a call from Mr. Daniels.

When the inconsiderate young man with the expensive
headphones leaves to board his flight, I quickly gather my stuff and move over to
the seats close to the power outlets. The odd incline of the seat and the
slippery, vinyl covering make me plop down and slide backwards awkwardly. It
makes me chuckle and I turn to the elder woman sitting beside me who looks in
my direction. I begin to speak to her, about to share with her a humorous
thought but she turns away and stares straight ahead with a stoic look.

As a plane arrives, the gate doors open, and the immediate
area becomes chaotic as people rush to catch their connecting flights. They bump
into others and rush through the concourse without an ‘excuse me’ or an apology.
I try to get a few words written, trying to ignore my disappointment with the behavior
of those around me. Then I hear it over the hollow airport speakers. The
announcement that, due to mechanical reasons, our flight will be delayed an
hour. I look around at all the waiting passengers as they erupt into an angry
mob. People rush to the desk, trying to get more information and rebook their
connecting flights. An employee of the airline walks around handing out cards
with the airlines booking number on it, suggesting that we try to call in and
make new arrangements.

My heart sinks when I’m told that the only connecting flight
I can take would be through Atlanta and it would get me into Toronto around ten
p.m. Seven hours later than planned. I’m really missing Mr. Daniels, right now.
He seems to know how to settle me and I just want to get home to him. The elderly
woman beside me is trying to get through on the phone but she’s on hold, due to
the high volume of calls. I offer her my phone to speak with the agent I have
on the line but she waves me off.

I shrug, there’s not much else I can do. I try
to go back to my writing but the stress has caused a throbbing pain in my neck.
My thoughts are continually interrupted by the loud protests of irate travelers
whose plans have been disrupted. Intense businessmen make call after call,
cancelling meetings and loudly voicing their opinion of the airlines. I glance
up at the airline employee at the desk. I feel bad for her. She’s taking the
brunt of the angry backlash. I understand why everyone is upset; it’s an inconvenience
for sure. When did our society become one where it’s okay to treat someone with
such a lack of respect and unkindness? Service industry or not, she didn’t
cause the mechanical failure and is trying her best to make sure everyone gets
home as soon as possible. Still, they rant, rave, and make demands. Are you
getting a good picture of the environment at the moment?

I’m not going to get any writing done. Frustrated I shut down
the laptop with the intentions of putting

it away. As I lower the screen a small
girl with blond hair and blue eyes, is standing in front of me. My anxiety
lessens at the sight of her wide grin as she holds up a pink carnation and
passes it to me. Obviously a little shy, she only nods her head when I ask her
if the flower is for me. The tightness in my shoulders disappears as I take it
out of her hands and inhale its beautiful fragrance. Looking down at her innocent,
sparkling blue eyes, I return her smile. How could I not? I look up at her young
mother who’s watching protectively from a few feet away. She smiles, sweetly,
and holds up a shopping bag as she explains that it’s the little girls fourth
birthday. When she asked her what she would like to do to celebrate her special
day, she said that she would like to give everyone on the plane a flower.
Feeling like this was a behavior that she wanted to encourage, she immediately
purchased several dozen flowers to bring with them.

Maybe it’s the hormones, or maybe it’s the exhaustion, but tears
well up in my eyes as the small girl continues up the row of seating. Even the
men, receive her humble gift. A few of them say no thank you, telling her that
she can give it to someone else instead, but she refuses to take no as an
answer. When I look around the seating area, everyone is holding a single pink
carnation and smiling. Voices at the airline counter become less intense, and I
hear several expressions of gratitude for the agent’s assistance. Waiting
passengers look up from their phones and listen as her mom explains her actions,
and then they begin to talk…. TO EACH OTHER!

The uptight, businessman paces with his phone to his ear and
stops in his tracks when she bravely steps in front of him and holds up a
flower. I feel nervous for her when he stops, looking down at her annoyed. I
think I even held my breath for a moment, not too sure how this was going to go
over. He ended his call and looked over at her mom as she once again explains.
Then he shocks me. Crouching down, he gets to her eye level and begins to talk
to her. Quickly realizing that she’s really shy, he changes gears and begins to
ask her questions that she can answer by nodding her head. After getting
permission from her mom to take a picture of her to post on Facebook he reaches
into his wallet. Mom protests, of course, because this isn’t the reason for what
she’s doing, but he insists. Tucking a few folded bills into her tiny hands, he
instructs the four year old to take her mommy out for lunch. She nods and he
smiles, and then his eyes well up with tears. He pats her on the top of the
head as he gets to his feet, explaining to her mother that he’s been travelling
for business for several weeks and that he’s been trying to get home to see his
granddaughter. There isn’t a dry eye in the place when he expresses how much he
misses her, and thanks the wee girl standing in front of him for making
his day.

Everyone tries to discreetly wipe away their tears, feeling
somewhat embarrassed. It’s a shame, really. On my way to the restroom, I follow
them as they leave the concourse. I wonder if she’ll remember this day and know
just how powerful her actions were. Her unspoken message was a, much needed,
reminder of the importance of compassion. I watch, feeling truly thankful for
my delayed flight, as this amazing four-year-old girl takes a hold of her
mother’s hand and looks up at her with a loving look. Then in the most angelic
voice I’ve ever encountered she begins to sing… “Skip To My Lou” as they
disappear into the crowd of people.

As I looked around at the sea of pink
carnations being carried through the airport by complete strangers, I feel a
twinkle of hope for our society. It IS possible to unplug, unhook and be kind
to each other. A simple smile can make a difference in someone’s day. Today it
took the innocent, unselfish act of a four-year-old child to remind me of how
important it is, to not only see the
flowers, but to stop and smell them and share
them with others. Even when they don’t seem receptive to them at first. Random
acts of kindness, is on my agenda. My heart is renewed today and I hope to pay
that gift forward. As you head into your new week, find a reason to smile. Please…
share it with others. I know for certain that someone, somewhere, really needs to see it.

Next month I promise to share with you how Ethan and Olivia's came to be written. It's a story you're not going to believe. If you haven't already read my compelling and heart-pounding debut novel,Intractable Souls the first book in the BoundeIreland series then buy it now. It's only $1.99 on Amazon. This is an emotionally charged series (You'll understand why, after my next post) that you don't want to miss!

Friday, August 12, 2016

For those who don't know, the Perseid Meteor Shower is upon us. And early this morning was supposed to be the best time to see them with 150+ per hour. If you didn't catch them this morning, you can still catch them between 1 AM and 4:30 AM in the North Sky (by the constellation Perseus) for the next couple days until the full moon. More info on Space.com.

Unable to catch it outside? Or want more shooting stars? You can read about Tamara and Josh's experience watching the meteor shower in Beneath the Starry Sky. It's only 99¢ USD at Amazon for the month of August. (Yes, this was planned.)

I have a new release this month as well. I am part of a sampler (first chapters only) with a bunch of other sci-fi romance authors. And you can get it for FREE. In fact, I'm part of Volume Six, and there are five other volumes that are available for FREE as well.

Welcome! You have arrived at a portal to the galaxy.

Enter, and you'll be introduced by award-winning authors to worlds beyond imagining, with heroes & heroines who dare to take it to the edge and beyond. Count on these adventurers to take their best shot … at their enemies and at romance!

Each free volume contains 10 first chapters, with links to purchase any or all of the complete books, should you wish.

Jessica E. Subject is the
author of science fiction romance, mostly alien romances, ranging from sweet to
super hot. Sometimes she dabbles in paranormal and contemporary as well,
bringing to life a wide variety of characters. In her stories, you could not
only meet a sexy alien or two, but also clones and androids. You may be
transported to a dystopian world where rebels are fighting to live and love, or
to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing
dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her
family adopted from the local animal shelter.

Jessica
lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she
loves to hear from her readers.